Not so CharmingA Story by ButtersThis is for the Cartoon Contest“Prince Charming, It’s always a
pleasure to see you. What can I do for you today?” The prince mindlessly sweeps a
golden tress behind his perfectly positioned ear as he hands over a neatly
stapled stack of papers to the town’s one and only lawyer. “I see,” the ageing man replies
adjusting his spectacles. “I was hoping the third time was the charm.” Looking
over the papers the lanky gentleman seems genuinely distraught. Prince Charming is the firms only
repeat client. Not for lack of education or commitment on the lawyer’s part but
rather lack of crime and heresy. Other than Peter Pumpkin Eater and the Prince
no one has ever applied for a divorce. Mostly property disputes, like the three
little pigs and the ruckus Goldilocks caused, are all this office ever sees.
Then there was the great dispute of a long, long time ago when Little Red
Riding Hood had tried to sue the life insurance company for death benefits
since technically her grandmother had been eaten and declared dead for all of
five minutes. The jury ruled in favor of the insurance company claiming one
could indeed by inside another’s stomach yet still be alive. The insurance
company also brought up a good point when they questioned the plaintiff on how
exactly a two hundred pound woman was swallowed whole by a sixty pound
creature. “I’ll go fetch the prenups,” the lawyer sadly
mumbles as he shuffles toward the filing room. The balding man can’t help but
think about a time when he had hair and Prince Charming was battling his first
divorce. What was her name? Oh, yes, Cinderella a dramatic princess if there
ever was one. The poor stepmother, bless her soul, never could tame
Cinderella’s wild and ruthless ways. Not even punishment and room confinement
seemed to help. Part of the problem was her choice in friends. She was always
hanging around with those rats, nasty little creatures, always stealing
something. And that fairy Godmother was just as bad if not worse than
Cinderella was; telling lies and spreading rumors about the family. Once Prince
Charming got her home and she could neither cook nor hold a broom properly it
was fairly obvious she’d never worked a day in her life. When the divorce
settled Cinderella, with much advice from her godmother, owned two-thirds of
the castle and everything in it. Hence the need for future prenuptial
agreements. There was
no need for prenups with the second wife. Snow White was
nothing more than a tree hugging hippie. One of those animal rights activist. It shook the community to the core
when she ran away from home and moved in with seven coalminers twice her age.
Everyone secretly wondered what went on behind close doors when every morning
the fellows lined up before work for a goodbye kiss. It didn’t come as much of
a surprise when Snow White packed her bags and moved back in with her seven
lovers when the Prince refused to an eighth member to the obscene orgy. Alas we
come to the third marriage the lawyer had hoped would be the last. She came
from a good family and never gained any negative remarks against her
reputation. Partially because she was truly a good girl and partially because
few people actually knew her. She’d become somewhat of a recluse as is the case
with many narcoleptics. Yes, the lawyer thought Sleeping Beauty was the one. “Here we
are Mr. Charming. I believe I have everything I need to proceed,” the lawyer
takes a weary breath and continues. “I’m just so sorry for your misfortunes…”
The lawyer’s sympathetic words fall on deaf ears as he finds the Prince in a
passionate embrace with one of the locals. The elderly clerk thinks to himself,
“Maybe I should go ahead and draw up the next divorce papers. Everyone knows
that girl’s crazy, and a terrible houseguest at that. Imagine requesting new
sleeping arrangements simply because one small pea was under the mattress. © 2012 ButtersFeatured Review
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